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    Eddings also had attached an extra five-horsepower trolling engine that he clearly had used to enter the restricted area where he had died. The main thirty-five-horsepower engine was pulled back and locked, so its propeller would have been out of the water, and I remembered this was the position it was in when I saw the johnboat at the scene.
    But what interested me more than any of this was a hard plastic carrying case open on the floor. Nestled in its foam lining were various camera attachments and boxes of Kodak 100 ASA film. But I saw no camera or strobe, and I imagined they were forever lost on the bottom of the Elizabeth River.
    I walked up a ramp and unlocked another door, and inside the white-tiled corridor, Ted Eddings was zipped inside a pouch on top of a gurney parked near the X-ray room.
    His stiff arms pushed against black vinyl as if he were trying to fight his way free, and water slowly dripped on the floor. I was about to look for Danny when he limped around a corner, carrying a stack of towels, his right knee in a bright red sports brace from a soccer injury that had necessitated a reconstruction of his anterior cruciate ligament.
    "We really should get him in the autopsy suite," I said.
    "You know how I feel about leaving bodies unattended in the hall."
    "I was afraid someone would slip," he said, mopping up water with the towels.
    "Well, the only someones here today are you and me."
    I smiled at him. "But thank you for the thought, and I certainly don't want you to slip. How's the knee?"
    "I don't think it's ever going to get better. It's already been almost three months and I still can barely go down stairs.
    "Patience, keep up your physical exercise, and yes, it will get better," I repeated what I had said before. "Have you rayed him yet?"
    Danny had worked diving deaths before. He knew it was highly improbable that we were looking for projectiles or broken bones, but what an X-ray might reveal was pneumothorax or a mediastinal shift caused by air leaking from lungs due to barotrauma.
    "Yes, ma'am. The film's in the developer." He paused, his expression turning unpleasant. "And Detective Roche with Chesapeake's on his way. He wants to be present for the post."
    Although I encouraged detectives to watch their cases autopsied, Roche was not someone I particularly wanted in my morgue.
    "Do you know him?" I asked.
    "He's been down here before. I'll let you judge him for yourself."
    He straightened up and gathered his dark hair into a ponytail again, because strands had escaped and were getting in his eyes. Lithe and graceful, he looked like a young Cherokee with a brilliant grin. I often wondered why he wanted to work here. I helped him roll the body into the autopsy suite, and while he weighed and measured it, I disappeared inside the locker room and took a shower. As I was dressing in scrubs, Marino called my pager.
    "What's up?" I asked when I got him on the phone.
    "It's who we thought, right?" he asked.
    "Tentatively, yes."
    "You posting him now?"
    "I'm about to start," I said.
    "Give me fifteen minutes. I'm almost there."
    "You're coming here?" I said, perplexed.
    "I'm on my car phone. We'll talk later. I'll be there soon.
    As I wondered what this was about, I also knew that Marino must have found something in Richmond. Otherwise, his coming to Norfolk made no sense. Ted Eddings' death was not Marino's jurisdiction unless the FBI had already gotten involved, and that would not make sense, either.
    Both Marino and I were consultants for the Bureau's Criminal Investigative Analysis program, more commonly known as the profiling unit, which specialized in assisting police with unusually heinous and difficult deaths. We routinely got involved in cases outside of our domains, but by invitation only, and it was a little early for Chesapeake to be calling the FBI about anything.
    Detective Roche arrived before Marino did, and he was carrying a paper bag and insisting that I give him gown, gloves,